Hello,
I live in Madison, WI, USA.
My parents emigrated from Hungary, so I know a smattering of Hungarian, I took 4 years of Spanish in high school, but forgot most of it when I didnāt take any in college, I studied quite a bit of Vaior (William Annisā conlang), and finally moved onto Homeric Greek. Iāve secretly had a desire to read the epics in the original tounge and finally embarked upon it. It turns out that while I was desperately trying to trill my rās for greek, I discovered I have anklyoglossia (tounge-tie) and canāt trill my rās. I was surprised as hell to find that out and it explained my ever present speech impediments in non-english languages (ESPECIALLY Hungarian). Iām going to get it fixed when I save up enough money for the procedure. Then I swear Iām going to learn 5 languages to celebrate. 
I had two majors in college: Fine Art and Computer Science. I got the latter but ran out of money before I could get the former. I only had maybe one year left on the art degree. Consequently, if pressed I can produce some fairly good artwork, generally in pencil, pen & ink, or pressed charcoal. I tend to prefer mannerist styles both in production and appreciation of art. I still draw occasionally and have been thinking about starting a web comic (who hasnāt). I program an unhealthy amount on projects at home (mostly AI, computer graphics, compiler theory, mathematics), and while at work I port our product to 30+ different flavors of unix. And when I mean port, I mean figure out super lowlevel crap about an OS revision like register calling conventions, signal handling trampoline code, and memory segment layouts and the port our software to be aware of those things.
I extensively listen to, and can play very proficiently on the guitar, black and death metal music. Though I do appreciate Industrial and Blues and have a secret and deep fondness for Baroque style music, especially hapsichordāand Dominico Scarlatti. Lately Iāve been getting into playing Spanish Classical guitar, but I had some RSI in my left wrist due to botching a repetitive excersize and had to stop for 6 months to let it heal.
I am engaged to a wonderful human being and we will be getting married when we can afford it, or until such time as we say to hell with the usual traditions and simply get married. She really gives me a reason to live. The drudgery of my existence echos into the chasm of reality. Seriously. Oh, I guess my religion would be a strange brew of existentialism and self-introspection. As a pseudo-joke, I often call my AI work a self-portrait.
I have a pretty extensive academic library (related to each field in which I find myself immersed) and a small SF, fantasy, and horror collection (along with a shockingly complete 1st edition AD&D collection and modules). I donāt read nearly as much as I should, mostly cause I spend my time programming, playing AD&D, LARPing, practicing music, greek, or art.
I often pick up random hobbies and learn them to disturbing proficiency and then let them lie fallow while I do it again with something else. Iām not sure why I do this, but it appears beneficial and makes me happy so I let myself continue to do it.
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